MY COMFORTER

The world had all gone wrong that day
   And tired and in despair,
Discouraged with the ways of life,
   I sank into my chair.

A soft caress fell on my cheek,
   My hands were thrust apart.
And two big sympathizing eyes
   Gazed down into my heart.

I had a friend: what cared I now
   For fifty worlds? I knew
One heart was anxious when I grieved—
   My dog's heart, loyal, true.

"God bless him," breathed I soft and low,
   And hugged him close and tight.
One lingering lick upon my ear
   And we were happy—quite.

—Anonymous